Friday morning Qwilleran sat at his typewriter and stared at the row of keys that spelled q-w-e-r-t-y-u-i-o-p. He hated that word, qwertyuiop; it meant that he was stymied, that he should be writing brilliant copy, and that he hadn't an idea in his head.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 388 | 2018-11-27 21:09:32 | 45.23 | 92% |
| 221 | 2018-11-13 21:19:10 | 43.89 | 94% |